*said in my best voice over*
Welcome to The Last Minute! This is it, folks. This is when the magic happens. Right here, at The Last Minute.
This is when you realize you can staple together the front of a costume rather than add velcro. This is when a specific cowboy becomes Any Old Cowboy, and you can use the threat of candy for acceptance of the changes. This is when sweats become bats, and if you say it IS a monkey head often enough, it will magically become a monkey head.
This is when the rubber hits the couch and things go all awry out there on the road. This is... My Finest Hour.
It is 5:24PM (according to the clock on the computer. I have no idea what time it is out there in the real world, but let's just assume that a minute is sixty seconds anywhere and follow along on the whole lapsed time thing and we'll all be good to go.)
I have, sitting in bags before me: a sparkly blue and gold shirt for a well-endowed woman, a fuzzy scarf, a pair of jeans that must have been part of some grown man's Hulk costume a few years back, a belt, half a yard of black vinyl, an old lady's neckerchief, a couple of "decorator rings" (whatever those are), and a spool of thread.
Can this become a pirate?
Can this become a pirate before tomorrow?
Will he live this down?
Or will this imbue me with inspiration for blackmail in twelve short years?
Only time will tell, but anything can happen at The Last Minute... it's the most wonderful tiiiiiiiime, of the yeeeeeeear!
Dy
1 comment:
lol No matter what anything that is planned or needs to be done around here is always at the last minute, but hey maybe we are enjoying life so much and our 4 children that thats why we wait till the last minuete another thing is even though we wait till the last minuete things turn out well so there is no incentive to get it done earlier. Im sure the pirate costume will be neat!
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